tell me all the pretty lies
my innocent ears want to hear
explain to me all the happiness there once was
in this horrible life we now live.
sad to know
that future generations won't grow up
the same way i grew up in.
why do we keep striving
to be better when all it's making us is worse?
let me time travel
to new years day, 2025
let's see what life has to offer
in five years from now,
will it be better?
or fucking worse?
all this time i invest in
random shit.
is it worth anything in the end?
will i be granted eternal happiness
because i write books to pass time?
-take me as i am
YOU ARE READING
kiss my cuts ❥ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the one that sits in the dark as a getaway.
